My Aunt Mary passed away a few decades ago. The day she told us the following story my mom said, “She has an active imagination.”

She said she was driving toward the airport when it happened. She had no fear of flying, just that “feeling” you get in the pit of your stomach screaming at you, “This isn’t right!” As she continued to drive, a voice radiating inside her said, “Go home.” More than a bit spooked, she turned her car around. Later she learned that the plane had crashed.

At the age of 23, I had a dream about having a happy, comfortable life with the last man on Earth I ever wanted to date. He asked me out the next day. Since he was wearing the same shirt from my dream, right down to the tiny alligator, I was in such shock I said yes. We married 3 months later, he died 10 years later. What I learned about medical specialists in the last 3 years of his life helped many other people, and he left me with 2 incredible children.

These are the intermissions in life, the unexplainables that scream out in 4-foot high red letters, “Use your intuition!”

There is a place for prove-ability and a place for prophet-ability.

It seems to me that our empathic, intuitive, and precognitive abilities were dismissed when science became the dominant religion during the last half of the 20th and early 21st centuries. Science is starting to see that phenomena once looked at as “crackpot ideas” can be proven to exist.

Sure, there were a lot of scam artists pretending to contact your dead spouse. But I can tell you from early childhood experience that scam artists are alive and well in science and medicine.

I am happy to see a balance between the concrete and abstract coming back again. After all, if I’m in a car accident and need emergency surgery I’m not going to say, “Wait! Let me try meditation first.”

If you have one of those intermissions in life to share, I’d love to hear about it.

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BTW that limerick is stellar! Ok.. Heading home one day after hanging with my sister at a friend’s. Hubby is hundreds of miles away, on vacay. We were supposed to connect via phone at a specific time. I was stoned on my butt and missed my turn off onto the road that would have gotten me straight home. I reach the house, fall dead asleep on the couch, with the phone on my belly. As I had missed the call … It rings a while later and my hubby is screaming at me, “Where were you?” It seems that that road I did not turn down, which lead to and past Metro Airport had experienced one of the worst plane crashes to date. All ground traffic heading in the direction my car would have been in, at that time was wiped out, By missing my turn off, I missed Flight 255 crashing on or near my car.

I know, right… as this was 1987, there was no such thing as internet, etc. and here he was nearly 1,000 miles away and HE had heard about it. Me? Not until he mentioned it. The next day, the Detroit Free Press was ALL photos and I sat there at the laundromat, reading the paper and crying…

I don’t know if it’s in the same ballpark. However, I’m told I’m an Empath. I pick up on peoples emotions. Went to a Greek Orthodox funeral once. It was for a friend but a sweet Jesus! Just awful! I have seen a few really good Mediums/Clairvoyant’s and I will be writing about the things I’ve been told very soon.

The poem is hilarious! I remember what Hamlet said to Horatio, “There are more things in Heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.” I do believe my husband is with me now since the grief process is pretty tough. I even smelled his cologne one very tough night in our bedroom. I believe he was trying to comfort me. Who knows what the Universe holds? I will always hold him in my heart, and I think anyone who preys on those suffering from grief is the lowest of the low. My stepson told me he felt his Dad pass through him the morning after the service we held for my Morris. I believe him. It made him feel better, and that’s really all that matter. Blog on, Joelle, Annette and helentastic67!

This is fantastic. Love it! I experience these moments frequently, as I have conditioned myself most of my life to listen to them. Was told early on of “intuition”, psychic, blah, blah…but it has been spookily correct on many occasion. Absolutely believe in the “voice of the universe”.

My mother was a concrete thinker in more ways than one. Once she believed something was true, it was set in concrete. 🙂 She much preferred documentaries and what she believed to be fact instead of fiction.